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Message # 65683.11.1

Subject: Re:Introduction, questions, description

Date: Thu 12/11/15 18:01:02 GMT

Name: Linds

Email: lindsey.ambs@yahoo.com

Website: https://lindseyambs.wordpress.com/ / lindseyambs.wordpress.com

By jollywetfellow - Thu 12/11/15 10:42:40 GMT

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As for myself, I was fortunate to have lived, between the ages of 2 and 15, in a flat overlooking the beach, the pier and the municipal open air swimming pool, in a small seaside town.     I was therefore aware of being interested in wet clothes from as early as I can remember.    initially it was wet boys and men that mainly interested me; it wasn't until I passed puberty that my interest switched to women!    

I am happy to get my own clothes wet, but don't find that a turn-on in itself (in fact, after the first 5 minutes, I find that I cease to be aware that my clothes still are wet, and keep doing silly things like putting paper tickets in wet pockets and putting my wet bum on seats in pubs!).     But I do get a big thrill out of seeing a woman getting her clothes wet.    It doesn't matter what clothes, but it has to be the clothes she is wearing anyway that day - if they are clothes brought especially for swimming in I am not turned on, and I get as big a thrill seeing a woman, say, walking around the town in the clothes I earlier saw her wearing in the water, as I did seeing the clothes get wet in the first place.    But the best thing is to persuade a woman I have never met before to come into the water fully clothed with me.     At 62 I find I'm still good at that, and I very often feel the woman gets a bit of a sexual thrill out of it too.

I have been married for very many years to a wonderful woman who is not into wetlook herself.    She knew about my fetish from very early in our relationship, and initially did things like coming into the bath with clothes on; but I found very quickly that, because I knew she was doing it for me rather than because she wanted to herself, it ceased to be a turn on.   I'm obviously not an alpha male!    Now she tolerates my frequent excursions to the beach on hot summer days, as long as I don't talk too much about it.

By Linds - lindsey.ambs@yahoo.com Wed 11/11/15 22:24:01 GMT

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I’m Lindsay and I sort of stumbled onto this site and thought I’d say hi. I never knew there was a word for getting wet in clothes but is nice to know there are others that like it. I'm a woman from the US, 35 yo., single, not really looking for a serious relationship but if it comes along that's great.

I have a few questions I’m hoping someone wouldn’t mind taking the time to answer and I’ll explain a few things about myself.

First: it seems from the posts here are by guys pretty much for guys. Are there any or many women on here?

Second: For me wetlook (boy, that seems like a funny thing to say after all these years struggling for some way to describe it) is a sensual/sexual thing, is it for most?

Third: Do most of you know how you came to be attracted to it?

Fourth: Is it something that sort of “grew” on you or you acquired a taste for or have you liked it most of your life?

Fifth: Do you yourself like getting wet or do you just like to watch it?

Sixth: Is there a predominant clothing that people prefer? Such as jeans and t-shirts or dressier things, with or without shoes?

Seventh: If you’re in a relationship, does your partner know about it and or do they do it?

I know, a ton of questions but for me I’ve loved getting wet in clothes since I was a young kid and my sexual awakening came about because of wetlook, hence the sensual/sexual feelings I have towards it. My parents were very repressive, never talking about sex or anything like that, they basically thought of it as dirty.

One day I was riding my bike home and it was raining and I was getting soaked and dirty from the dirty splashing up on me. Even though I knew it wasn’t my fault I knew I’d get in trouble for getting my clothes so dirty so I stopped at this apartment complex close to my house and got in their pool to wash my clothes off. I swam around for a few minutes rubbing my hands all over my body and looking at myself and wet clothes and I had this most wonderful feeling “down there.” I had no idea what it was but wow was it nice.

I tried recreating it at home maybe a week or so later but didn’t really know what I did. I tried several times several things but never was able to get that feeling back. Maybe a month or so later, again on my ride home from school, I’m guessing I was probably 10 or so, it was raining I was soaked and dirty, you know, that streak of brown you get on the front and back of you from the rooster tail of your bike tires as you ride through puddles, and I stopped at the apartment complex again. I snuck into the pool like before and was rubbing myself all over and when I started rubbing my pants at my crotch, wow, there was that fantastic feeling again. This time it seemed even better because it wasn’t a surprise like the first time and I’d been trying so hard to recreate.

Eureka, I thought, I know what to do. A couple of days later I put on a bathing suit and sneaked over the fence of our backyard into the neighbors yard. They had a pool so I got in and started rubbing myself but nothing. What the hell. I mean it felt pretty good, I’d found that out before in my experimenting, but not that incredibly warm, tingly, super great feeling.

Finally after a lot of experimenting, and I mean a lot, I finally figured out what to do to get that feeling back by playing with myself but it usually seemed like a lot of work. Sometimes it would work and sometimes it really wouldn’t. I still didn’t know these things were called orgasms. My parents didn’t really let me have any friends so I didn’t have anyone to talk to and figure things out.

Summer came and went and at my school, a couple of weeks after the start of the school year started, everyone from fifth grade to twelfth grade got on busses and had a day at the beach. It was Sand Castle Day and I know everyone looked forward to it every year. Each class would get together and see who would build the best sand castle. You couldn’t wear bathing suits or go swimming but you could wear shorts which you normally couldn’t wear to school. It was a very conservative religious school so the dress code was very strict.

I had forgotten that we were able to wear shorts for Sand Castle Day but remembered that we could wear jeans that day so I showed up at school in jeans, which we also weren’t able to wear normally, and a t-shirt and flip flops, also both of which we normally weren’t allowed to wear. I felt like a dork since almost all the other kids had shorts on but I wasn’t all that concerned, a few of my classmates had jeans on so at least I wouldn’t be the only one.

We got to the beach and everyone started working on the sand castles and I was helping my class and a wave came up and I was working on the moat and got my legs pretty wet. The water felt nice because it was cool and it was a warm day so instead of trying to stay dry I tried to get as wet as I could. Most of the kids stayed pretty dry but I was by far the wettest.

After awhile I went to get a drink of water and this other girl that I knew, who was also wearing jeans, said we should sneak over the rocks. She’s heard that some of the other kids had gone over to a semi hidden cove on the other side and were swimming. I loved the water and swimming so I said sure and we managed to go over the rocks without any teacher seeing us and sure enough there were about 20 kids of various ages swimming and playing in the surf.

I told the girl, Emily, we should go swimming but she said we couldn’t because we were wearing jeans, not shorts like everyone else. I looked around and did see another girl and guy with jeans on and I pointed it out to her. She was skeptical but she walked to the water’s edge and got her feet wet before rolling her pant legs up. I figured hell, I’m already pretty wet, I’m going in so I just waded in to about my knees and then dove under water.

I loved the way the water felt on me, the way my clothes clung to me like shrink wrap when I got out of the water, the way my clothes would float across my skin when I was submerged. When I’d walk out of the water I noticed how shiny my jeans were and how they looked like a colored second skin. I started noticing how the other kids looked. The kids in shorts looked okay but really looked like bathing suits but the others that were in jeans and t-shirts really looked cool I thought.

After splashing her a lot and finally dragging her into the water I got Emily to swim some with me. I’d keep going out of the water to feel my clothes cling to me and feel them slowly release as I got back in the water and I noticed how need Emily’s clothes looked as they would cling to her when she got out. I was splashing around about knee deep in the water when suddenly our of nowhere bam, that feeling hit me and I almost fell to my knees from how good it felt.

I looked around to see if anyone else could tell how great I was feeling and it seemed like I was the only one who could tell. To say that rocked my world is an understatement. Once the feelings subsided I went back out into the water and started playing with and rubbing myself like I had when I figured out how to masturbate and again wham, there it was again. Two in one day much less an hour was incredible and with weak knees I got out of the water.

We finally went back to where everyone else was but the rest of the day was a blur to me because I thought I knew finally how this thing worked.

Okay, well, I had no intention of writing all that, it just sort of came back to me. I’ve gotten wet in a bunch of different clothes and shoes and in a bunch of different places and that’s how I got started in wetlook. I’ve always kept a diary and looking back through it, it’s amazing how many times I’ve managed to get wet. It’s also fun to re-read my diary because it’s sort of like reliving the times I’ve had a blast, had orgasms, gotten in trouble, and gotten others wet.

I’ve thought of starting a blog from my diary, posting some of my wetlook experiences but not sure if anyone would even find them interesting. I guess I’d like to share my love for wetlook with others and somehow let others know it’s not weird, which I thought for years, it’s a way to have a good time if nothing else.

Sorry this is so long. I’d post a picture of myself here so you could put a face to the story but don’t know if that’s possible. If someone wants to let me know, assuming anyone’s gotten this far down, how to do that I can put one up.